The boy took me to his place.
I red the letter Jason wrote to him.
They were great mates.
Even though they went to different schools.
They were great mates.
Jason said to him.
That if he fell in love with me.
That I would love him back.
Jason was okay with that.
"I'm Luke".
I shook his hand.
"Luke Wettling".
"Charlie".
I smiled.
"Charlie Waters".
I became very close with Luke.
That girl who was depressed was helped.
That girl found love.
And a life.
That girl was broken.
But was helped again.
She didn't cut.
She never forgot Jason.
Never.
She met Luke's friends.
Drake.
Toby.
Calum.
They all became great mates.
Luke loved her.
And Charlie loved him back.
It's just they never told each other.
I'm Charlie.
Charlie Waters.
Had a bad life.
Scars on my wrists.
Old and forgotten.
Found a friend.
And loved him.
They were perfect.
She felt broken when Jason left.
But was helped again.
Jason would never leave her.
And he never did.
I still have Jason's number.
And I text him all the time.
Even if nobody responds.
I still have my quote book.
I love it so much.
I take it everywhere.
Now I'm happy.
With Jason by my side.
Angel he is.
And Luke.
Luke Wettling.
As for I draw my depression into drawings.
I'm the girl with blond hair and red tips.
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My depression into my drawings
Teen FictionBlond hair with red tips Small size and small lips With ocean blue eyes, there's a lot to memorise With her constant thoughts she hasn't been taught With the cuts on her wrist There's a very long list Suicide and no friends This may be the end...
